Ellie chuckled. “honestly, i’m not sure i’m that young anymore. One more drink and i’m anyone’s.” She sipped her straw. “but please, let me buy. You enjoy yourself you deserve a good night.”
“if you’re not young--then I am eighty!” she proclaimed shaking her head. “have you seen yourself? you’re stunning! and with that accent? ten out of ten!” phoebe had a tendency to over compliment when she had a touch of alcohol. “okay--only one, we can each take a round! any reason you’re here tonight, you with anyone?” phoebe probed.
Wes glanced up at the cigarette, trying to ignore the smell. He’d never liked smoking, he’d always been into fitness and looking after his body. “I’m pretending I didn’t see anything, I’m not a fan,” he nodded to the cigarette, now on the floor. “Did I? You came into paeds for that?” he asked. “Just to my car, thank you,” he said, pointing towards it as he picked up some of his own shopping and held it in his arms.
“me either. but I gotta’ have a vice in life.” she shrugged, knowing it wasn’t really an excuse but it relaxed her, it always had. even herself knowing the medical knowledge behind it and how bad it was for you. “you don’t remember? thank god. it was very embarrassing-” she chuckled. “but not just for that---I’m working in the ward right now. I’m just doing my rounds around the hospital, by the end of the month I have to decide which one to pick--paeds, gastro or cardio. And not going to lie Dr Atwood, you’re probably going to be my make or break if I pick it.” she spoke honestly, as she picked up the shopping and started slowly taking it to his trunk.
All Andrej had done was go to the restroom and somehow he’d already lost Phoebe among the crowds. It was weird for him being in clubs these days but he’d reached a point where he no longer minded and could handle being here without doing something dumb, especially if he was in a good mood and enjoying hanging out with friends. As he pushed his way through the crowds in the direction of the bar – which is where he correctly assumed Phoebe would be – he heard her offering drinks to the people around and he snorted, deciding he was going to be a good friend and save her wallet.
“She was kidding!” Andrej stated as he squeezed into the gap beside her, waving away the people. “No free drinks here, go try someone over there.” He turned and gave Phoebe a wide grin before shaking his head fondly. “Trust me, you’ll thank me tomorrow morning when you haven’t gone into overdraft from buying everyone a drink.” He ordered himself a diet coke from the bartender and stuck a paper straw into the cup so he could sip it. “You’re just about the only person in the world who could persuade me to be here, you know. You like to keep me feeling young.” He winked at his friend, smiling again.
Phoebe knew inviting Andrej to a place that would had been detrimental to him a few years ago was always going to be a little tricky. but after alot of long conversations about it--she felt like they both needed a bit of light-hearted fun, with the alcohol mixed in for phoebe only. She was feeling extremely anxious being back in town, and having to integrate herself back into the moorbrooke society as a functioning thirty-one year old when she left in her mid-twenties. As she spotted her friend come back, she frowned playfully. “oh come on! me buying drinks means me having attention for the night, and you know how much I love attention.” she winked, obviously joking.
She sipped her bourbon, grabbing the bartenders attention after they served Andrej and ordered another one. “You are young!” She tapped his shoulder. “You are very young! I can’t see any wrinkles on your--” She then stuck out her tongue laughing lightly. “Okay maybe one.” Scrunching up her nose, she sipped her glass. “And I’m sorry, you’re not even thirty yet, and I’m the one keeping you young?! You should be keeping me young!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Honestly, how does it still feel 29, liberating? Can I swap places with you so I don’t hear this massive clock in my head?!” She joked, but deep down the alcohol was making her seep her thoughts she hadn’t really voiced before.
Orla eyed Phoebe, a quirk brow, but in the end she wasn’t going to say no to a free round or three. Spinning on her bar stool she shrugged her shoulders- “Well since you’re buying I think I could lay my attitude to rest.” Orla ordered a whiskey with cola, twisting the glass she eyed Phoebe, “What are we drinking to, be young?” She teased the blonde clinking her glass to hers.
“tequila” phoebe cheered as she beckoned the bartender over politely and ordered a couple shots between them. “i’ve had a shitty day at work--I don’t know about your shitty day, but we are still young! well you still are-and we are cheering to life and all it’s great moments....” phoebe rambled shaking her head. “but tequila keeps you young-it’s proven.”
aiyla was still very new to town; by this point, she had been in town for two weeks almost three, so she hadn’t quite had the time to settle in and set out to venture into the nightlife. especially with caring for a six-year-old who was very attached to her, but thankfully her friend was still here for at least three more weeks, and luca was equally attached to them. tonight was one of those rare nights in which she was basically pushed out of the house by both her friend and luca. had she not known luca’s idea of throwing a pizza party with ice cream, her friend had asked if it was okay, and of course, aiyla had given permission, the actions would’ve hurt her. with a fresh new red cocktail dress on, crimson lips, a new manicure, and freshly styled hair, aiyla was off for tonight’s adventure.
about an hour into her arrival at club leziate, aiyla found herself in the company of a familiar face. she had come to know phoebe because she worked at the hospital that aiyla took luca to during the first week of arriving in moorbrooke for a check-up and to make sure all his medical records were in order. the last thing she expected was to be sharing a glass of wine with her while the other drank her bourbon, but it was a delightful surprise.
"oh, i couldn’t let you do that! i’ll take at least round three. if not, then you must let me get us round four, five, and six.“ she laughed, half-joking, bringing the glass of red wine up to lips for a sip of it. "how are you doing, phoebe? it seems so surreal to bump into you outside of the hospital, but what a delight it is! luca would be all over you if you were here right now. don’t tell anyone, but i think you’re his favorite.”
phoebe had always been a drinker-since she was fourteen, her father let her have a tipple of scotch when she was with him. and she always felt a sense of comfort with it- she knew deep down this attachment to alcohol wasn’t going to end in a happy ending. but she had a shitty day at work and needed some relief--so when Aiyla had joined her, she was so pleased she at least had one girlfriend she could chat too.
“oh girl-you can take six, seven and eight if you’re willing to go that far! this bar dosen’t shut till 3 and I am aiming to stay till that time!” phoebe chuckled as she tapped her glass on the woman’s wine and grinned widely. “oh honestly! he’s my favourite! but don’t tell the doctors that.” she shook her head sipping her bourbon softly. “honestly, the time I have spent in the paeds ward have been amazing. I don’t want to leave and go to gastro, I will tell you that!” she shook her head thinking about the change of patient and attitude she would have to bring to work. “i’m okay though--i’m still figuring it out, I mean I only came back to town like a few weeks ago after being gone for what--five years? so it’s taking some getting used too.” she gave a soft smile, not wanting to divulge too much as she hadn’t had that much spirit to open up that wound. “what about you?! how is little luca?! you do know you have the most adorable kid right?”
⠀⠀abel had just finished taking care of a rather aggressive customer when he heard something familiar. that voice. abel could recognize that voice from a mile away and in crowded room such as the one he was in now. the last time he had heard that voice was . he was stunned at first , but as he made his way over to the voice became a person and suddenly his suspicions were made factual as he stood behind in whom he never though he would see again. ❛ p - phoebe? ❜ he said , his voice loud enough to be heard over the blaring music but laced sheer and utter confusion a bit of sadness to boot
phoebe started cheering with a woman, also talking about her divorce and why it made her better. she downed another bourbon as she listened to the woman, trying so hard to be intent and genuine, but her mind was whirring a little from the alcohol. suddenly she saw someone behind her- and as he stepped more forward in the light. phoebes heart quickened. “hey.” she spoke softly as she raised her glass towards him. “i’m back!” she said trying to crack an even larger smile to break the tension. “I uh--do you want a drink? uhm--can I get another bourbon here?” she then turned back to abel, trying not to let her breath fasten. “if you still drink bourbon--I uhm...”
Wesley sighed, muttering something he didn’t want his daughter to hear as the contents of his shopping bag dropped across the floor. “Sorry… I’m almost there, kiddo. Daddy won’t be long. I’m a walking disaster today,” he breathed to his daughter on the phone. “Tell your gran I’ll be there soon, okay? I love you,” he said, before hanging up on her and freeing both his hands. “Hey,” he pointed to a person nearby. “Do you mind giving a hand? I can offer you a coffee as payment. I mean I would say a free medical checkup, but that sounds weird. To clarify, I am a doctor.”
Phoebe was on a break, she did her shifts around the paeds ward and cardio. they were her favourite. She lit a cigarette, having changed from her scrubs and making sure her lanyard was not around her neck. She was not proud of her habit knowing what smoking did--she couldn’t kick the habit just yet. As Wesley shouted over to her, she quickly pulled the cigarette from her mouth “You didn’t see anything!” She chastised as she quickly stamped on the cigarette and walked up to the doctor. “You gave me one of those last week, remember? I don’t have a weird lump on my shoulder, it’s just bone.” She chuckled as she offered both hands. “Where we going with these?”
phoebe hadn’t been back in moorbrooke for five years -- but it still looked the same. she counted herself lucky she even got her old job back at the hospital. after finishing her first twelve hour shift, she needed bourbon--and fast. quickly going back to her quaint flat, she changed quickly and set out to the place she could dance & drink all at the same time. “ “okay so, the night is young, we’re both young….young people like partying…” Phoebe had quite honestly had an awful day. With ignorant patients, patronising doctors and getting back into shift work.
She needed a pick me up–and her way was alcohol. “What dya’ say? First…second..third round is on me!
PHOEBE BEAUMONT ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS WOMAN, THIRTY ONE year old NURSE who has been living in Moorbrooke for ELEVEN YEARS. They were born on APRIL 1ST and right now, they are currently residing in MAPLE GROVE. It has been said that they look suspiciously like DIANNA AGRON and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS by TAYLOR SWIFT.
about & connections are below.
tw: suicide, abuse, alcohol
Phoebe grew up in Dallas, Texas. Her father owning all the oil companies that operated in the state, made him the richest man in Texas, and their family the most wealthiest in America. The Jackson Family were known for their extravagant parties, their 60 acres on their property. Phoebe had an older brother, and her mother doted on them. She loved her mother, she was the perfect definition of a women. Strong, smart, intelligent, beautiful. But as Phoebe grew older, her mother grew weaker. Never knowing why her mother whispered to herself, and bruises appeared on her mothers arms and legs. At fourteen, Phoebe’s mother committed suicide by jumping infront of a train. She then found out her father had been beating her for years and she had become mad. The perfect family life Phoebe had, was shattered.
In a bid to gain control-Phoebe moved to Maine to train as a nurse at 21. She had always wanted to help from being younger and after the trauma of her past. To fund her nurse training and to not go into her trust fund, she worked as a waitress for a couple years. This is where she met her ex-fiancé. He was charming at first, a true narccist. After dating for a few years, he was opening a new resturaunt in Texas and Phoebe had to go. She felt emotionally coincided and gaslighted, and became a nurse in Texas.
After five years being away from Maine and a very turbulent marriage. She managed to get a divorce and get away from her ex and move back to Maine. She unfortunately was left with very little-her family now out her life. She is now trying to pick up the pieces, now being a single, 31 year old woman. She thought she would have children by now and have a very different lifestyle. To forget this cold reality-she drinks. Using it as her favourite past-times and is hanging on by a very small thread and hoping returning back to Maine will help her gain her sanity again.
PRESENT:
Phoebe has always had roots in Maine for 10 years but had a 5 year hiatus and she has only returned.She is finally making a life being alone. After being in Maine for a month, she is now living in a very small flat and working as a nurse at the hospital. Phoebe is known of being the life of the party. She has a big impression of herself, and she enjoys going out and having fun. She covers her very sad reality with a smile and positive disposition, hoping she dosen’t break.
